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ANDROMEDA, 


AND    OTHER    POEMS: 


By  CHARLES  KINGSLEY, 

AUTHOR  OF  "  AMYAS   LEIGH,"    "  TWO   YEAK8   AGO,"  &C. 


BOSTON: 
TICKNOR    AND    FIELDS. 

MPCCCLVIII. 


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Annex 


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CONTENTS. 


PAGE 
ANDfiOMEDA 11 


SONGS,  BALI^ADS,   &o. 

THE   TIDE   EOCK 63 

THE  OtJBIT 64 

THE  STARLINGS 66 

OH,   THOU   HABST   BEEN  A    WIFE   FOB   SHAKSPEABE'S  SELF  !  67 

A.  HASCH 68 

AIRLY   BEACON 69 

A    FAREWELL 70 

ODE  TO  THE  KORTHEAST  WIND 71 

TO  6 75 

SAINT    MAURA.      A.D.  804 77 

THE    WATCHMAN 90 

THE   world's   age 91 


VUl  CONTENTS. 

PAGX 

EARLY  POKMS 

IN   AN   ILLUMINATED  MISSAL 96 

THE  WEIKD  LADY 96 

PAHNODIA.      1841 100 

A    NEW   FOREST   BALLAD 103 

THE    BED   KINO 107 


ANDROMEDA. 


ANDROMEDA, 


Over  the  sea,  past  Crete,  on  the  Syrian  shore  to  the 

southward, 
Dwells  in  the  well-tilled  lowland  a  dark-haired  ^thiop 

people, 
Skilful  with  needle  and  loom,  and  the  ai-ts  of  the  dyer 

and  carver. 
Skilful,  but  feeble  of  heart ;  for  they  know  not  the  lords 

of  Olympus, 
Lovers  of  men;  neither  broad-browed  Zeus,  nor  Pallas 

Athen^, 
Teacher  of  wisdom  to  heroes,  bestower  of  might  in  the 

battle ; 
Share  not  the  cunning  of  Hermes,  nor  list  to  the  songs 

of  Apollo. 


12  ANDROUEDA. 

Fearing  the  stars  of  the  sky,  and  the  roll  of  the  blue 

salt  water, 
Fearing  all  things  that  have  life  in  the  womb  of  the  seas 

and  the  rivers. 
Eating  no  fish  to  this  day,  nor  ploughing  the  main,  like 

the  Phoenics,  lo 

Manful  with  black-beaked  ships,  they  abide  in  a  sorrow- 
ful region. 
Vexed  with  the  earthquake,  and  flame,  and  the  sea-floods, 

scourge  of  Poseidon. 
Whelming  the  dwellings  of  men,  and  the  toils  of  the 

slow-footed  oxen, 
Drowning  the  barley  and  flax,  and  the  hard-earned  gold 

of  the  harvest, 
Up  to  the  hillside  vines,  and  the  pastures  skirting  the 

woodland. 
Inland  the  floods  came  yearly ;  and  after  the  waters  a 

monster. 
Bred  of  the  slime,  like  the  worms  which  are  bred  from 

the  muds  of  the  Nile-bank, 


ANDROMEDA.  18 

Shapeless,  a  terror  to  see ;  and  by  night  it  swam  out  to 
the  seaward, 

'Daily  returning  to  feed  with  the  dawn,  and  devoured  of 
the  fairest, 

Cattle,  and  children,  and  maids,  till  the  terrified  people 
fled  inland.  ao 

Fasting  in  sackcloth  and  ashes  they  came,  both  the 
king  and  his  people, 

Came  to  the  mountain  of  oaks,  to  the  house  of  the  ter- 
rible sea-gods. 

Hard  by  the  gulf  in  the  rocks,  where  of  old  the  world- 
wide deluge 

Sank  to  the  inner  abyss  ;  and  the  lake  where  the  fish  of 
the  goddess 

Holy,  undying,  abide ;  whom  the  priests  feed  daily  with 
dainties. 

There  to  the  mystical  fish,  high-throned  in  her  chamber 
of  cedar. 

Burnt  they  the  fat  of  the  flock ;  till  the  flame  shone  far 
to  the  seaward. 


14  ANDROMEDA. 

Three  days  fasting  they  prayed :  but  the  fourth  day  the 

priests  of  the  goddess 
Cunning  in  spells,  cast  lots,  to  discover  the  crime  of  the 

people. 
All  day  long  they  cast,  till  the  house  of  the  monarch  was 

taken,  3° 

Cepheus,  king  of  the  land ;  and  the  faces  of  all  gathered 

blackness. 
Then    once     more    they    cast;     and    Cassiopceia    was 

taken. 
Deep-bosomed  wife  of  the  king,  whom  oft  far-seeing 

Apollo 
Watched  well-pleased  from  the  welkin,  the  fairest  of 

^thiop  women : 
Fairest,  save  only  her  daughter ;  for  down  to  the  ankle 

her  tresses 
Rolled,  blue-black  as  the  night,  ambrosial,  joy  to  be- 
holders. 
Awful  and  fair  she  arose,  most  Uke  in  her  coming  to 

Hebe, 


ANDBOMEDA.  15 

Queen  before  whom  the  Immortals  arise,  as  she  comes 

on  Olympus, 
Out  of  the  chamber  of  gold,  which  her  son  Hephaestos 

has  wrought  her. 
Such  in  her  stature  and  eyes,  and  the  broad  white  light 

of  her  forehead  40 

Stately  she  came  from  her  place,  and  she  spoke  in  the 

midst  of  the  people. 
'  Pure  are  my  hands  from  blood  :  most  pure  this  heart 

in  my  bosom. 
Yet  one  fault  I  remember  this  day ;  one  word  have  I 

spoken ; 
Rashly  I  spoke  on  the  shore,  and  I  dread  lest  the  sea 

should  have  heard  it. 
Watching  my  child  at  her  bath,  as  she  plunged  in  the 

joy  of  her  girlhood, 
Fairer  I  called  her  in  pride  than  Atergati,  queen  of  the 

ocean. 
Judge  ye  if  this  be  my  sin,  for  I  know  none  other.' 

She  ended ; 


16  ANDROMEDA. 

Wrapping  her  head  in  her  mantle  she  stood,  and  the 

people  were  silent. 
Answered  the  dark-browed  priests,  'No  word,  once 

spoken,  retumeth 
Even    if   uttered   unwitting.      Shall    gods   excuse   our 

rashness  ?  50 

That  which  is  done,  that  abides ;  and  the  wrath  of  the 

sea  is  against  us  ; 
Hers,  and  the  wrath  of  her  brother,  the  Sun-god,  lord  of 

the  sheepfolds. 
Fairer  than  her  hast  thou  boasted  thy  daughter?    Ah 

folly !  for  hateful. 
Hateful  are  they  to  the  gods,  whoso,  impious,  liken  a 

mortal. 
Fair  though  he  be,  to  their  glory ;  and  hateful  is  that 

which  is  likened. 
Grieving  the  eyes  of  their  pride,  and  abominate,  doomed 

to  their  anger. 
What  shall  be  likened  to  gods  ?     The  unknown,  who 

deep  in  the  darkness 


ANDROJOIDA. 


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Ever  abide,  twyformed,  many-handed,  terrible,  shapeless* 
Woe  to  the   queen;   for  the  land  is  defiled,  and  the 

people  acciirsed. 
Take  thou  her  therefore  by  night,  thou  ill-starred  Cas- 

siopoeia,  60 

Take  her  with  us  in  the  night,  when  the  moon  sinks 

low  to  the  westward; 
Bind  her  aloft  for  a  victim,  a  prey  for  the  gorge  of  the 

monster, 
Far  on  the  sea-girt  rock,  which  is  washed  by  the  surges 

for  ever; 
So  may  the  goddess  accept  her,  and  so  may  the  land 

make  atonement, 
Purged  by  her  blood  from  its  sin:   so  obey  thou  the 

doom  of  the  rulers.' 
Bitter  in  soul  they  went  out,  Cepheus  and  Cassiopceia, 
Bitter  in  soul;  and  their  hearts  whirled  round,  as  the 

leaves  in  the  eddy. 
Weak  was  the  queen,  and  rebelled :  but  the  king,  like  a 

shepherd  of  people. 


18  ANDROMEDA. 

Willed  not  the  land  should  waste ;   so  he  yielded  the 
life  of  his  daughter. 
Deep  in  the  wane  of  the  night,  as  the  moon  sank  low 
to  the  westward,  7° 

They  by  the  shade  of  the  cliffs,  with  the  horror  of  dark- 
ness around  them, 

Stole,  as  ashamed,  to  a  deed  which  became  not  the  light 
of  the  sunshine, 

Slowly,  the  priests,  and  the  queen,  and  the  virgin  bound 
in  the  galley. 

Slowly  they  rowed  to  the  rocks :  but  Cepheus  far  in  the 
palace 

Sate  in  the  midst  of  the  hall,  on  his  throne,  like  a  shep- 
herd of  people, 

Choking  his  woe,  dry-eyed,  while    the    slaves   wailed 
loudly  around  him. 

They  on  the  sea-girt  rock,  which  is  washed  by  the  surges 
for  ever. 

Set  her  in  silence,  the  guiltless,  aloft  with  her  face  to 
the  eastward. 


ANDROMEDA. 


i9 


Under  a  crag  of  the  stone,  where  a  ledge  sloped  down 

to  the  water; 
There  they  set  Andromeden,  most  beautiful,  shaped  like 

a  goddess,  80 

Lifting  her  long  white  arms  wide-spread  to  the  waEs  of 

the  basalt. 
Chaining  them,  ruthless,  with  brass ;  and  they  called  on 

the  might  of  the  Rulers. 
*  Mystical  fish  of  the  seas,  dread  Queen  whom  vEthiops 

honour. 
Whelming  the  land  in  thy  wrath,  unavoidable,  sharp  as 

the  sting-ray. 
Thou,  and  thy  brother  the  Sun,  brain-smiting,  lord  of  the 

sheepfold, 
Scorching  the  earth  all  day,  and  then  resting  at  night  in 

thy  bosom. 
Take  ye  this  one  life  for  many,  appeased  by  the  blood 

of  a  maiden, 
Fairest,  and  born  of  the  fairest,  a  queen,  most  priceless 

of  victims.' 


20  ANDROMEDA. 

Thrice  they  spat  as  they  went  by  the  maid :  but  her 

mother  delaying 
Fondled  her  child  to  the  last,  heart-crushed;   and  the 

warmth  of  her  weeping  90 

Fell  on  the  breast  of  the  maid,  as  her  woe  broke  forth 

into  wailing. 
'  Daughter !  my  daughter !  forgive  me  !     O  curse  not 

the  murderess !     Curse  not ! 
How  have  I  sinned,  but  in  love?     Do  the  gods  grudge 

glory  to  mothers? 
Loving  I  bore  thee  in  vain  in  the  fate-cursed  bride-bed 

of  Cepheus, 
Loving  I  fed  thee  and  tended,  and  loving  rejoiced  in  thy 

beauty, 
Blessing  thy  limbs  as  I  bathed  them,  and  blessing  thy 

locks  as  I  combed  them; 
Decking  thee,   ripening  to   woman,  I  blest  thee:   yet 

blessing  I  slew  thee  I 
How  have  I  sinned,  but  in  love  ?     0  swear  to  me,  swear 

to  thy  mother. 


AKDBOMEDA.  9^ 

Never  to  haunt  me  with  curse,  as  I  go  to  the  grave  in 

my  sorrow, 
Childless  and  lone :  may  the  gods  never  send  me  another, 

to  slay  it!  loo 

See,  I  embrace  thy  knees — soft  knees,  where  no  babe 

will  be  fondled — 
Swear  to  me  never  to  curse  me,  the  hapless  one,  not  in 

the  death-pang.' 
Weeping  she  clung  to  the  knees  of  the  maid ;  and  the 

maid  low  answered — 
*  Curse  thee!     Not  in  the  death-pang!'    The  heart  of 

the  lady  was  lightened. 
Slowly  she  went  by  the  ledge  ;  and  the  maid  was  alone 

in  the  darkness. 
Watching  the  pulse  of  the  oars  die  down,  as  her  own 

died  with  them. 
Tearless,  dumb  with  amaze  she  stood,  as  a  storm-stunned 

nestling 
Fallen  from  bough  or  from  eave  lies  dumb,  which  the 

home-going  herdsman 


22  ANDROMEDA. 

Fancies  a  stone,  till  he  catches  the  light  of  its  terrified 

eyeball. 
So  through  the  long  long  hours  the  maid  stood  helpless 

and  hopeless,  no 

Wide-eyed,  downward  gazing  in  vain  at  the  black  blank 

darkness. 
Feebly  at  last  she  began,  while  wild  thoughts  bubbled 

within  her — 
*  Guiltless   I  am :    why  thus  then  ?      Are    gods   more 

ruthless  than  mortals? 
Have  they  no  mercy  for  youth  ?  no  love  for  the  souls 

who  have  loved  them? 
Even  as  I  loved  thee,  dread  sea,  as  I  played  by  thy 

margin. 
Blessing  thy  wave  as  it  cooled  me,  thy  wind  as  it  breathed 

on  my  forehead, 
Bowing  my  head  to  thy  tempest,  and  opening  my  heart 

to  thy  children. 
Silvery  fish,  wreathed  shell,  and  the  strange  lithe  things 

of  the  water. 


ANDROMEDA.  23 

Tenderly  casting  them  back,  as  they  gasped  on  the  beach 

in  the  sunshine, 
Home  to  their  mother — in  vain !  for  mine  sits  childless 

in  anguish  !  lao 

Oh  dread  sea  !  false  sea  !  I  dreamed  what  I  dreamed  of 

thy  goodness ; 
Dreamed  of  a  smile  in  thy  gleam,  of  a  laugh  in  the 

plash  of  thy  ripple : 
False  and  devouring  thou  art,  and  the  great  world  dark 

and  despiteful.' 
Awed  by  her  own  rash  words  she  was  still :  and  her 

eyes  to  the  seaward 
Looked  for  an  answer  of  wrath :  far  off,  in  the  heart  of 

the  darkness, 
Bright  white    mists   rose   slowly ;    beneath    them    the 

wandering  ocean 
Glimmered  and  glowed  to  the  deepest  abyss  ;  and  the 

knees  of  the  maiden 
Trembled  and  sank  in  her  fear,  as  afar,  like  a  dawn  in 

the  midnight. 


24  ANDROMEDA. 

Bose  firom  their  seaweed  chamber  the    choir  of   the 
mystical  sea-maids. 

Onward  toward  her  they  came,  and  her  heart  beat  loud 
at  their  coming,  130 

Watching  the   bliss  of  the  gods,  as  they  wakened  the 
cliffs  with  their  laughter. 

Onward  they  came  in  their  joy,  and  before  them  the  roll 
of  the  surges 

Sank,  as  the  breeze  sank  dead,  into  smooth  green  foam- 
flecked  marble. 

Awed;  and  the  crags  of  the  cliff,  and  the  pines  of  the 
mountain  were  silent. 
Onward  they  came  in  their  joy,  and  around  them  the 
lamps  of  the  sea  nymphs, 

Myriad  fiery  globes,  swam  panting  and  heaving;   and 
rainbows 

Crimson  and  azure  and  emerald,  were  broken  in  star- 
showers,  lighting 

Far  through  the  wine-dark  depths  of  the  crystal,  the 
gardens  of  Nereus, 


ANDROMEDA.  35 

Cof  al  and  sea-&n  and  tangle,  the  blooms  and  the  palms 
of  the  ocean. 
Onward  they  came  in  their  joy,  more  white  than  the 
foam  which  they  scattered,  140 

Laughing  and  singing,  and  tossing  and  twining,  while 
eager,  the  Tritons 

Blinded  with  kisses  their  eyes,  unreproved,  and  above 
them  in  worship 

Hovered  the  terns,  and  the  seagulls  swept  past  them  on 
silvery  pinions 

Echoing  softly  their  laughter ;  around   them   the  wan- 
toning dolphins 

Sighed  as  they  plunged,  full  of  love ;  and  the  great  sea- 
horses which  bore  them 

Curved  up  their  crests  in  their  pride  to  the  delicate  arms 
of  the  maidens, 

Pa^'ing  the  spray  into  gems,  tiU  a  fiery  rainfall,  un- 
harming. 

Sparkled  and  gleamed  on  the  limbs  of  the  nymphs,  and 
the  coils  of  the  mermen. 


26  ANDROMEDA. 

Onward  they  went  in  their  joy,  bathed  round  with  the 

fiery  coolness, 
Needing  nor  sun  nor  moon,  self-lighted,  immortal :  but 

others,  150 

Pitiful,  floated  in  sUence  apart ;  in  their  bosoms  the  sea- 
boys. 
Slain  by  the  wrath  of  the  seas,  swept  down  by  the  anger 

of  Nereus ; 
Hapless,  whom  never  again  on  strand  or  on  quay  shall 

their  mothers 
Welcome  with  garlands  and  vows  to   the   temple,  but 

wearily  pining 
Gaze  over  island  and  bay  for  the  sails  of  the  sunken ; 

they  heedless 
Sleep  in  soft  bosoms  for  ever,  and  dream  of  the  surge 

and  the  sea-maids. 
Onward  they  past  in  their  joy ;  on  their  brows  neither 

sorrow  nor  anger ;  , 

Self-suflBcing,  as  gods,  never  heeding  the  woe  of  the 

maiden. 


ANDBOMEDA.  27 

She  would  have  shrieked  for  their  mercy:  but  shame 

made  her  dumb ;  and  their  eyeballs 
Stared  on  her  careless  and  still,  like  the  eyes  in  the 

house  of  the  idols.  i6o 

Seeing  they  saw  not,  and  passed,  like  a  dream,  on  the 

murmuring  ripple. 
Stunned  by  the  wonder  she  gazed,  wide-eyed,  as  the 

glory  departed. 
*  Oh  fair   shapes  !   far  fairer  than   I !    Too   fair  to  be 

ruthless  I 
Gladden   mine   eyes   once   more   with  your  splendour, 

imlike  to  my  fancies  ; 
You,  then,  smiled  in  the  sea-gleam,  and  laughed  in  the 

plash  of  the  ripple. 
Awful  I  deemed  you  and  formless  ;  inhuman,  monstrous 

as  idols ; 
Lo,  when  ye  came,  ye  were  women,  more  loving  and 

lovelier,  only ; 
Like  in  all  else ;  and  I  blest  you :  why  blest  ye  not  me 

for  my  worship  ? 


ZO  ANDROMEDA. 

Had  you  no  mercy  for  me,  the  guiltless  ?    Ye  pitied  the 

sea-boys, 
Why  not  me,  then,  more  hapless  by  far?     Does  your 

sight  and  your  knowledge  170 

End  with  the  marge  of  the  waves  ?    Is  the  world  which 

ye  dwell  in  not  our  world  ?  * 

Over  the  mountain  alofit  ran  a  rush  and  a  roll  and  a 

roaring ; 
Downward  the  breeze  came  indignant,  and  leapt  with  a 

howl  to  the  water. 
Roaring  in  cranny  and  crag,  till  the  pillars  and  clefts  of 

the  basalt 
Rang  like  a  god-swept  lyre,  and  her  brain  grew  mad 

with  the  noises ; 
Crashing  and  lapping  of  waters,  and  sighing  and  tossing 

of  weed-beds, 
Gurgle  and  whisper  and  hiss  of  the  foam,  while  thun- 
dering surges 
Boomed  in  the  wave-worn  halls,  as  they  champed  at  the 

roots  of  the  mountain. 


ANDBOMEDA.  Z9 

Hour  after  hour  in  the  darkness  the  wind  rushed  fierce 

to  the  landward, 
Drenching  the  maiden  with  spray ;  she  shivering,  weary 

and  drooping,  i8o 

Stood  with  her  heart  full  of  thoughts,  till  the  foam-crests 

gleamed  in  the  twilight, 
Leaping  and  laughing  around,  and  the  east  grew  red 

with  the  dawning. 
Then  on  the  ridge  of  the  hills  rose  the  hroad  bright 

sun  in  his  glory. 
Hurling  his  arrows  abroad  on  the  glittering  crests  of  the 

surges. 
Gilding  the  soft,  round  bosoms  of  wood,  and  the  downs 

of  the  coastland, 
GUdkig  the  weeds  at  her  feet,  and  the  foam-laced  teeth 

of  the  ledges, 
Showing  the  maiden  her  home  through  the  veil  of  her 

locks,  as  they  floated 
Glistening,  damp  with  the  spray,  in  a  long  black  cloud 

to  the  landward. 


80  ANDROMEDA. 

High  in  the  far-off  glens  rose  thin  blue  curls  from  the 

homesleads ; 
Softly  the  low  of  the  herds,  and  the  pipe  of  the  out-going 

herdsman,  190 

SM  to  her  ear  on  the  water,  and  melted  her  heart  into 

weeping. 
Shuddering,  she  tried  to  forget  them  ;  and  straining  her 

eyes  to  the  seaward. 
Watched  for  her  doom,  as  she  wailed,  but  in  vain,  to  the 

terrible  Sun-god. 
*  Dost  thou  not  pity  me,  Sun,  though  thy  wild  dark 

sister  be  ruthless. 
Dost  thou  not  pity  me  here,  as  thou  seest  me  d&solate, 

weary. 
Sickened  with  shame  and  despair,  like  a  kid  torn  young 

from  its  mother  ? 
What  if  my  beauty  insult  thee,  then  blight  it :  but  me — 

Oh  spare  me ! 
Spare  me  yet,  ere  he  be  here,  fiwce,  tearing,  unbearable  I 

See  me. 


ANDROMEDA.  31 

See  me,  how  tender  and  soft,  and  thus  helpless !     See 

how  I  shudder. 
Fancying  only  my  doom.     Wilt  thou  shine  thus  bright, 

when  it  takes  me  ?  200 

Are   there  no  deaths  save  this,  great   Sun?    No  fiery 

arrow,  1 

Lightning,  or  deep-mouthed  wave  ?     Why  thus  ?     What 

music  in  shrieking. 
Pleasure  in  warm  live  limbs  torn  slowly?-    And  dar'st 

thou  behold  them ! 
Oh,  thou  hast  watched  worse   deeds!     All  sights  are 

alike  to  thy  brightness  ! 
What  if  thou  waken  the  birds  to  their  song,  dost  thou 

waken  no  sorrow ; 
Waken  no  sick  to  their  pain ;  no  captive  to  wrench  at 

his  fetters  ? 
Snule  on  the  garden  and  fold,  and  on  maidens  who  sing 

at  the  milking ; 
Flash  into  tapestried  chambers,  and  peep  in  the  eyelids 

of  lovers, 


32  AKDROMEDA. 

Showing  the  blissful  their  bliss — Dost  love,  then,  the 

place  where  thou  smilest  ? 
Lovest  thou  cities  aflame,  fierce  blows,  and  the  shrieks 

of  the  widow?  aio 

Lovest  thou  corpse-strewn  fields,  as  thou  lightest  the 

path  of  the  vulture  ? 
Lovest  thou  these,  that  thou  gazest  so  gay  on  my  tears, 

and  my  mother's. 
Laughing  alike  at  the  horror  of  one,  and  the  bliss  of 

another  ? 
What  dost  thou  care,  in  thy  sky,  for  the  joys  and  sorrows 

of  mortals? 
Colder  art  thou  than  the  nymphs :  in  thy  broad  bright 

eye  is  no  seeing. 
Hadst  thou  a  soul — ^as  much  soul  as  the  slaves  in  the 

house  of  my  father, 
"Wouldst  thou  not  save  ?    Poor  thralls !  they  pitied  me, 

clung  to  me  weeping, 
Kissing  my  hands  and  my  feet — What  are  gods,  more 

ruthless  than  mortals  ? 


ANDBOMEDA.  33 

Worse  than  the  souls  which  they  rule  ?     Let  me  die  :■ 

they  war  not  with  ashes  ! ' 
Sudden  she  ceased,  with  a  shriek :  in  the  spray,  like 

a  hovering  foam-bow,  220 

Hung,  more  fair  than  the  foam-bow,  a  boy  in  the  bloom 

of  his  manhood, 
Grolden-haired,  ivory-limbed,  ambrosial ;  over  his  shoulder 
Hung  for  a  veil  of  his  beauty  the  gold-fringed  folds  of 

the  goat-skin, 
Bearing  the  brass  of  his  shield,  as  the  sun  flashed  clear 

on  its  clearness. 
Curved  on  his  thigh  lay  a  falchion ;  and  under  the  gleam 

of  his  helmet 
Eyes  more  blue  than  the  main  shone  awful,  around  him 

Athen^ 
Shed  in  her  love  such  grace,  such  state,  and  terrible 

daring. 
Hovering  over  the  water  he  came,  upon  glittering  pinions, 
Living,  a  wonder,  outgrown  from  the  tight-laced  gold  of 

his  sandals ; 

3 


34  ANDROMEDA. 

Bounding  from  billow  to  billow,  and  sweeping  the  crests 

like  a  sea-gull;  230 

Leaping  the  gulfs  of  the  surge,  as  he  laughed  ii^  the  joy 

of  his  leaping. 
Fair  and  majestic  he  sprang  to  the  rock ;  and  the  maiden 

in  wonder 
Gazed  for  awhile,  and  then  hid  in  the  dark-rolling  wave 

of  her  tresses. 
Fearful,  the  light  of  her  eyes ;  while  the  boy  (for  her 

sorrow  had  awed  him) 
Blushed  at  her  blushes,  and  vanished,  like  mist  on  the 

cliffs  at  the  sunrise. 
Fearful  at  length  she  looked  forth :  he  was  gone :  she, 

wild  with  amazement, 
Wailed  for  her  mother  aloud :  but  the  wail  of  the  wind 

only  answered. 
Sudden  he  flashed  into  sight,  by  her  side ;  in  his  pity 

and  anger 
Moist  were  his  eyes ;  and  his  breath  like  a  rose-bed,  as 

bolder  and  bolder. 


ANDROMEDA.  35 

Hovering  under  her  brows,  like  a  swallow  that  haunts  by 

the  house-eaves,  '  240 

Delicate-handed,  he  lifted  the  veil  of  her  hair ;  while  the 

maiden 
Motionless,  frozen  with  fear,  wept  loud ;  till  his  lips  un- 
closing 
Poured  from  their  pearl-strung  portal  the  musical  wave 

of  his  wonder. 
'Ah,'  well  spoke  she,  the  wise  one,  the  grey-eyed  Pallas 

Athene, — 
*  Ejiown  to  Immortals  alone  are  the  prizes  which  lie  for 

the  heroes 
Ready  prepared  at  their  feet ;  for  requiring  a  little,  the 

rulers 
Pay  back  the  loan  tenfold  to  the  man  who,  careless  of 

pleasure. 
Thirsting  for  honour  and  toil,  fares  forth  on  a  perilous 

errand 
Led  by  the  guiding  of  gods,  and  strong  in  the  strength  of 

Immortals. 


36  ANDROMEDA. 

Thus  have  they  led  me  to  thee  :  from  afar,  unknowing, 

I  marked  thee,  ajo 

Shining,  a  snow-white  cross  on  the  dark-green  walls  of 

the  sea-cliflF; 
Carven  in  marble  I  deemed  thee,  a  perfect  work  of  the 

craftsman. 
Likeness  of  Amphitrite,  or  far-famed  Queen  Cythereia. 
Curious  I  came,  till  I  saw  how  thy  tresses  streamed  in 

the  sea-wind. 
Glistening,  black  as  the  night,  and  thy  lips  moved  slow  in 

thy  wailing. 
Speak  again  now — Oh  speak !     For  my  soul  is  stirred  to 

avenge  thee ; 
Tell  me  what  barbarous  horde,  without  law,  unrighteous 

and  heartless, 
Hateful  to  gods  and  to  men,  thus  have  bound  thee,  a 

shame  to  the  sunlight, 
Scorn  and  prize  to  the  sailor :  but  my  prize  now ;  for  a 

coward. 
Coward  and  shameless  were  he,  who  so  finding  a  glorious 

jewel  260 


AlfDROMEDA.  37 

Cast  on  the  wayside  by  fools,  would  not  win  it  and  keep 

it  and  wear  it, 
Even  as  I  will  thee;  for  I  swear  by  the  head  of  my 

father. 
Bearing  thee  over  the  sea-wave,  to  wed  thee  in  Argos 

the  fiuitful, 
Beautiful,  meed  of  my  toil  no  less  than  this  head  which 

I  carry. 
Hidden  here  fearful — Oh  speak ! ' 

But  the  maid,  still  dumb  with  amazement. 
Watered  her  bosom  with  weeping,  and  longed  for  her 

home  and  her  mother. 
Beautiful,  eager,  he  wooed  her,  and  kissed  off  her  tears 

as  he  hovered. 
Roving  at  will,  as  a  bee,  on  the  brows  of  a  rock  nymph- 
haunted. 
Garlanded  over  with  vine,  and  acanthus,  and  clambering 

roses. 
Cool  in  the  fierce  still  noon,  where  streams  glance  clear 

in  the  mossbeds,  »7o 


8o  ANDROMEDA. 

Hums   on  from   blossom  to  blossom,  and   mingles   the 
sweets  as  he  tastes  them. 

Beautiful,  eager,  he  kissed  her,  and   clasped  her  yet 
closer  and  closer, 

Praying  her  still  to  speak — 

'  Not  cruel  nor  rough  did  my  mother 

Bear  me  to  broad-browed  Zeus  in  the  depths  of  the  brass- 
covered  dungeon ; 

Neither  in  vain,  as  I  think,  have  I  talked  with  the  cun- 
ning of  Hermes, 

Face  unto  face,  as  a  friend ;  or  from  grey-eyed  Pallas 
Athen^ 

Learnt  what  is  fit,  and  respecting  myself,  to  respect  in 
my  dealings 

Those  whom  the  gods  should  love ;  so  fear  not ;  to  chaste 
espousals 

Only  I  woo  thee,  and  swear,  that  a  queen,  and  alone 
without  rival 

By  me  thou  sittest  in  Argos  of  Hellas,  throne  of  my 
fathers,  280 


ANDROMEDA.  39 

Worshipped  by  fair-haired  kings :  why  callest  thou  still 

on  thy  mother  ? 
Why  did  she  leave  thee  thus  here  ?     For  no  foeman  has 

bound  thee ;  no  foeman 
Winning  with  strokes  of  the  sword  such  a  prize,  would 

so  leave  it  behind  him.' 
Just  as  at  first  some  colt,  wUd-eyed,  with  quivering 

nostril, 
Plunges  in  fear  of  the  curb,  and  the  fluttering  robes  of 

the  rider ; 
Soon,  grown  bold,  by  despair,  submits  to  the  will  of  his 

master, 
Tamer  and  tamer  each  hour,  and  at  last,  in  the  pride  of 

obedience, 
Answers  the  heel  with  a  curvet,  and  arches  his  neck  to 

be  fondled. 
Cowed  by  the  need  that  maid  grew  tame ;  while  the  hero 

indignant 
Tore  at  the  fetters  which  held  her :   the  brass,  too  cun- 
ningly tempered,  290 


40  ANDROMEDA. 

Held  to  the  rock  by  the  nails,  deep  wedged ;  till  the  boy, 

red  with  anger. 
Drew  from  his  ivory  thigh,  keen  flashing,  a  falchion  of 

diamond — 
'  Now  let  the  work  of  the  smith  try  strength  with  the 

arms  of  Immortals ! ' 
Dazzling  it  fell ;   and  the  blade,  as  the  vine-hook  shears 

off  the  vine-bough, 
Carved  through  the  strength  of  the  brass,  till  her  arms 

fell  soft  on  his  shoulder. 
Once  she  essayed  to  escape :   but  the  .ring  of  the  water 

was  round  her. 
Round  her  the  ring  of  his  arms ;  and  despairing  she  sank 

on  his  bosom. 
Then,  like  a  fawn  when  startled,  she  looked  with  a  shriek 

to  the  seaward. 
'  Touch  me  not,  wretch  that  I  am  !     For  accursed,  a 

shame  and  a  hissing, 
Guiltless,  accurst  no  less,  I  await  the  revenge  of  the  sea- 
gods.  3°° 


ANDROMEDA.  41 

Yonder  it  comes  !     Ah  go  !     Let  me  perish  unseen,  if  1 

perish ! 
Spare  me  the  shame  of  thine  eyes,  when  merciless  fangs 

must  tear  me 
Piecemeal !     Enough  to  endure  by  myself  in  the  light 

of  the  sunshine 
Guiltless,  the  death  of  a  kid  ! ' 

But  the  boy  still  Ungered 

around  her, 
Loth,  like  a  boy,  to  forego  her,  and  wakened  the  cliffs 

with  his  laughter. 
'  Yon  is  the  foe,  then  ?     A  beast  of  the  sea  ?     I  had 

deemed  him  immortal 
Titan,  or  Proteus'  self,  or  Nereus,  foeman  of  sailors  : 
Yet  would  I  fight  with  them  all,  but  Poseidon,  shaker  of 

mountains, 
Uncle  of  mine,  whom  I  fear,  as  is  fit ;  for  he  haunts  on 

Olympus, 
Holding  the  third  of  the  world  ;  and  the  gods  all  rise  at 

his  coming.  310 


42  ANDKOMEDA. 

Unto  none  else  will  I  yield,  god-helped :  how  then  to  a 

monster 
Child  of  the  earth  and  of  night,  unreasoning,  shapeless, 

accursed  ?  * 
'Art  thou,  too,  then  a  god  ? ' 

*  No  god  I,'  smiling  he  answered, 
*  Mortal  as  thou,  yet  divine :  but  mortal  the  herds  of  the 

ocean. 
Equal  to  men  in  that  only,  and  less  in  all  else ;  for  they 

nourish 
Blindly  the  life  of  the  lips,  untaught  by  the  gods,  without 

wisdom : 
Shame  if  I  fled  before  such  ! ' 

In  her  heart  new  life  was  enkindled, 
"Worship  and  trust,  fair  parents  of  love :    but  she  an- 
swered him  sighing. 
'  Beautiful,  why  wilt  thou  die  ?     Is  the  light  of  the 

sun,  then,  so  worthless, 
"Worthless  to  sport  with  thy  fellows  in  flowery  glades  of 

the  forest,  3*0 


ANDKOMEDA.  43 

Under  the  broad  green  oaks,  where  never  again  shall  I 

wander, 
Tossing   the   ball  with  my  maidens,  or  wreathing  the 

altar  in  garlands, 
Careless,  with  dances  and  songs,  till  the  glens  rang  loud 

to  our  laughter. 
Too  fuU  of  death  the  great  earth  is  already ;   the  halls 

full  of  weepers, 
Quarried  by  tombs-  all  cliffs,  and  the  bones  gleam  white 

on  the  sea-floor 
Numberless,  gnawn  by  the   herds  who  attend   on  the 

pitiless  sea-gods. 
Even  as  mine  will  be  soon :  and  yet  noble  it  seems  to 

me,  dying. 
Giving  my  life  for  the  many,  to  save  to  the  arms  of 

their  lovers 
Maidens  and  youths  for  awhile  :  thee,  fairest  of  all,  shall 

I  slay  thee  ? 
Add  not  thy  bones  to  the  many,  thus  angering  idly  the 

dread  ones !  33° 


44  ANDROMEDA. 

Either  the  monster  will   crush,  or  the  sea-queen's  self 

overwhelm  thee, 
Vengeful,  in  tempest  and  foam,  and  the  thundering  walls 

of  the  surges. 
Why  wilt  thou  follow  me  down  ?  can  we  love  in  the 

black  blank  darkness  ? 
Love  in  the  realms  of  the  dead,  in  the  land  where  all  is 

forgotten  ? 
Why  wilt  thou  follow  me  down  ?  is  it  joy,  on  the  desolate 

oozes. 
Meagre  to  flit,  grey  ghosts  in  the  depths  of  the  grey  salt 

water  ? 
Beautiful !  why  wilt  thou  die,  and  defraud  fair  girls  of 

thy  manhood  ? 
Surely  one  waits  for  thee  longing,  afar  in  the  isles  of  the 

ocean. 
Go  thy  way  ;  I  mine  ;  for  the  gods  grudge  pleasure  to 

mortals.' 
Sobbing  she  ended   her  moan,  as  her  neck,  like  a 

storm-bent  lily,  34° 


ANDROMEDA.  45 

Drooped  with  the  weight  of  her  woe,  and  her  limhs  sank, 

weary  with  watching, 
Soft  on  the  hard-ledged  rock  :  but  the  boy,  with  his  eye 

on  the  monster, 
Clasped  her,  and  stood,  like  a  god ;  and  his  lips  curved 

proud  as  he  answered — 
'  Great  are  the  pitiless  sea-gods :  but  greater  the  Lord 

of  Olympus ; 
Greater  the  ^gis-wielder,  and  greater  is  she  who  attends 

him. 
Clear-eyed  Justice,  her  name  is,  the  counseller,  loved  of 

Athen^ ; 
Helper  of  heroes,  who  dare,  in  the  god-given  might  of 

their  manhood 
Greatly  to  do  and  to  suffer,  and  far  in  the  fens  and  the 

forests 
Smite  the  devourers  of  men,  Heaven-hated,  brood  of  the 

giants, 
Twyformed,    strange,   without   like,   who   obey  not   the 

golden-haired  Rulers.  35° 


46  ANDROMEDA. 

Vainly  rebelling  they  rage,  till  they  die  by  the  swords  of 

the  heroes, 
Even  as  this  must  die ;  for  I  bum  with  the  wrath  of  my 

father, 
Wandering,    led    by    Athen^ ;     and    dare    whatsoever 

betides  me. 
Led  by  Athen^   I  won  fix)m  the  grey-haired  terrible 

sisters 
Secrets  hidden  from  men,  when  I  found  them  asleep  on 

the  sand-hills, 
Keeping  their  eye  and  their  tooth,  till  they  showed  me 

the  perilous  pathway 
Over  the  waterless  ocean,  the  valley  that  led  to  the 

Gorgon. 
Her  too  I   slew  in   my  craft,   Medusa,   the  beautiful 

horror; 
Taught  by  Athen^  I  slew  her,  and  saw  not  herself,  but 

her  image, 
"Watching  the  mirror  of  brass,  in  the  shield  which   a 

goddess  had  lent  me ;  i^o 


ANDROMEDA.  47 

Cleaving  her  brass-scaled  throat,  as  she  lay  with  her 

adders  around  her, 
Fearless  I  bore  off  her  head,  in  the  folds  of  the  mystical 

goat-skin, 
Hide  of  Amaltheie,  fair  nurse  of  the  -^gis-wielder. 
Hither  I  bear  it,  a  gift  to  the  gods,  and  a  death  to  my 

foemen, 
Freezing  the  seer  to  stone ;   so  hide   thine  eyes  from 

the  horror. 
Kiss  me  but  once,  and  I  go.' 

Then  lifting  her  neck,  like  a  sea- 
bird 
Peering  up  over  the  wave,  fix)m  the  foam-white  swells 

of  her  bosom. 
Blushing  she  kissed  him :  afar  on  the  topmost  Idalian 

summit 
Laughed  in  the  joy  of  her  heart,  far-seeing,  the  queen 

Aphrodite. 
Loosing  his   arms  from   her   waist  he   flew  upward, 

awaiting  the  sea-beast.  370 


48  ANDROMEDA. 

Onward  it  came  from  the  southward,  as  bulky  and  black 

as  a  galley, 
LazUy  coasting  along,  as  the  fish  fled  leaping  before 

it; 
Lazily  breasting  the  ripple,  and  watching  by  sandbar 

and  headland, 
Listening  for  laughter  of  maidens  at  bleaching,  or  song 

of  the  fisher, 
Children  at  play  on  the  pebbles,  or  cattle  that  pawed 

on  the  sandhills. 
Rolling  and  dripping  it  came,  where  bedded  in  glistening 

purple 
Cold  on  the  cold  sea-weeds  lay  the  long  white  sides  of 

the  maiden, 
Trembling,  her  face  in  her  hands,  and  her  tresses  afloat 

on  the  water. 
As   when  an  osprey  aloft,  dark-eyebrowed,   royally 

crested, 
Flags  on  by  creek  and  by  cove,  and  in  scorn  of  the  anger 

of  Nereus  380 


ANDEOMEDA.  49 

Ranges,  the  king  of  the  shore ;  if  he  see  on  a  glittering 

shallow, 
Chasing  the  bass  and  the  mullet,  the  fin  of  a  wallowing 

dolphin, 
Halting,  he  wheels  round  slowly,  in  doubt  at  the  weight 

of  his  quarry, 
"Whether  to  clutch  it  alive,  or  to  fall  on  the  wretch  like 

a  plummet, 
Stunning  with  terrible  talon  the  life  of  the  brain  in  the 

hindhead: 
Then  rushes  up  with  a  scream,  and  stooping  the  wrath 

of  his  eyebrows 
Falls  from  the  sky  like  a  star,  while  the  wind  rattles 

hoarse  in  his  pinions. 
Over  him  closes  the  foam  for  a  moment ;  then  from  the 

sand-bed 
Rolls  up  the  great  fish,  dead,  and  his  side  gleams  white 

in  the  sunshine. 
Thus  fell  the  boy  on  the  beast,  unveiling  the  face  of 

the  Gorgon;  39° 

4 


50  ANDROMEDA. 

Thus  fell  the  boy  on  the  beast ;  thus  rolled  up  the  beast 

in  his  horror, 
Once,  as  the  dead  eyes  glared  into  his ;  then  his  sides, 

death-sharpened, 
Stiffened  and  stood,  brown  rock,  in  the   wash  of  the 

wandering  water. 
Beautiful,  eager,  triumphant,  he  leapt  back  again  to 

his  treasure ; 
Leapt  back  again,  fiill  blest,  towards  arms  spread  wide 

to  receive  him. 
Brimful  of  honour  he  clasped  her,  and  brimful  of  love 

she  caressed  him, 
Answering  lip  with  lip;  while  above  them  the  queen 

Aphrodite 
Poured  on  their  foreheads  and  limbs,  unseen,  ambrosial 

odours. 
Givers  of  longing,  and  rapture,  and  chaste  content  in 

espousals. 
Happy   whom   ere  they  be   wedded    anoints    she,   the 

Queen  Aphrodite !  400 


ANDROMEDA.  51 

Laughing  she  called  to  her  sister,  the  chaste  Tritonid 

Athen^, 
Seest  thou  yonder  thy  pupil,  thou  maid  of  the  -^gis- 

wielder, 
How  he  has  turned  himself  wholly  to  love,  and  caresses 

a  damsel. 
Dreaming  no  longer  of  honour,  or  danger,  or  Pallas 

Athene? 
Sweeter,  it  seems,  to  the  young  my  gifts  are ;  so  yield 

me  the  stripling ; 
Yield  him  me  now,  lest  he  die  in  his  prime,  like  hapless 

Adonis.' 
Smiling  she   answered  in  turn,  that  chaste  Tritonid 

Athen^ : 
*  Dear  unto  me,  no  less  than  to  thee,  is  the  wedlock  of 

heroes ; 
Dear,  who  can  worthily  win  him  a  wife  not  unworthy ; 

and  noble. 
Pure  with  the  pure  to  beget  brave  children,  the  like  of 

their  father.  41° 


OZ  AI7DB0MEDA. 

Happy,  who  thus  stands  linked  to  the  heroes  who  were, 

and  who  shall  be ; 
Girdled  with  holiest  awe,  not  sparing  of  self;  for  his 

mother 
Watches  his  steps  with  the  eyes  of  the  gods;  and  his 

wife  and  his  children 
Move  him  to  plan  and  to  do  in  the  farm  and  the  camp 

and  the  comicil. 
Thence  comes  weal  to  a  nation:  but  woe   upon  woe, 

when  the  people 
Mingle  in  love  at  their  will,  like  the  brutes,  not  heeding 

the  future.* 
Then  from  her  gold-strung  loom,  where  she  wrought 

in  her  chamber  of  cedar. 
Awful  and  fair  she  arose ;  and  she  went  by  the  glens  of 

Olympus ; 
Went  by  the  isles  of  the  sea,  and  the  wind  never  ruffled 

her  mantle ; 
Went  by  the  water  of  Crete,  and  the  black-beaked  fleets 

of  the  Phoenics ;  '  4*° 


ANDKOMEDA.  53 

Came  to  the  sea-girt  rock  which  is  washed  by  the  surges 

for  ever, 
Bearing  the  wealth  of  the  gods,  for  a  gift  to  the  bride  of 

a  hero. 
There  she   met  Andromeden  and  Persea,  shaped  like 

Immortals ; 
Solenm  and  sweet  was  her  smile,  while  their  hearts  beat 

loud  at  her  coming ; 
Solemn  and  sweet  was  her  smile,  as  she  spoke  to  the 

pair  in  her  wisdom. 
'Three  things  hold  we,  the  Rulers,  who  sit  by  the 

founts  of  Olympus, 
"Wisdom,  and  prowess,  and  beauty ;  and  freely  we  pour 

them  on  mortals ; 
Pleased  at  our  image  in  man,  as  father  at  his  in  his 

children. 
One  thing  only  we  grudge  to  mankind,  when  a  hero, 

unthankful. 
Boasts  of  our  gifts  as  his  own,  stiffhecked,  and  dishonours 

the  givers,  43° 


54  ANDBOMEDA. 

Turning  our  weapons   against  us.     Him   At^   follows 

avenging ; 
Slowly   she  tracks   him  and  sure,  as   a  lyme-hound  ; 

sudden  she  grips  him, 
Crushing  him,  blind  in  his  pride,  for  a  sign  and  a  terror 

to  foUy. 
This  we  avenge,  as  is  fit;  in  all  else  never  weary  of 

giving. 
Come  then,  damsel,  and  know  if  the  gods  grudge  pleasure 

to  mortals.' 
Loving  and  gentle  she  spoke :  but  the  maid  stood  in 

awe,  as  the  goddess 
Plaited  with  soft  swift  finger  her  tresses,  and  decked  her 

in  jewels, 
Armlet  and  anklet  and  earbell ;  and  over  her  shoulders 

a  necklace. 
Heavy,  enamelled,  the  flower  of  the  gold  and  the  brass 

of  the  mountain. 
Trembling  with  joy  she  gazed,  so  well  Haephaistos  had 

made  it,  44° 


ANDROMEDA.  55 

Deep   in   the  forges  of  ^tna,  while    Charis   his   lady 

beside  him, 
Mingled  her  grace  in  his  craft,  as  he  wrought  for  his 

sister  Athen^. 
Then  on  the  brows  of  the  maiden  a  veil  bound  Pallas 

Athene ; 
Ample  it  fell  to  her  feet,  deep-fringed,  a  wonder  of 

weaving. 
Ages  and  ages  agone  it  was  wrought  on  the  heights  of 

Olympus, 
Wrought  in  the  gold-strung  loom,  by  the  finger  of  cun- 
ning Athene. 
In  it  she  wove  all  creatures  that  teem  in  the  womb  of 

the  ocean ; 
Nereid,  siren,  and  triton,  and  dolphin,  and  arrowy  fishes 
Glittering  round,  many-hued,  on  the  flame-red  folds  of 

the  mantle. 
In  it  she  wove,  too,  a  town  where  grey-haired  kings  sat 

in  judgment ;  45  = 

Sceptre  in  hand  in  the  market  they  sat,  doing  right  by 

the  people. 


56  ANDROMEDA. 

Wise :  while  above  watched  Justice,  and  near,  far-seeing 

Apollo. 
Round  it  she  wove  for  a  fringe  all  herbs  of  the  earth  and 

the  water, 
Violet,  asphodel,  ivy,  and  vine-leaves,  roses  and  lilies, 
Coral  and  sea-fan,  and  tangle,  the  blooms  and  the  palms 

of  the  ocean : 
Now  from  Oljmpus  she  bore  it,  a  dower  to  the  bride  of 

a  hero. 
Over  the  limbs  of  the  damsel  she  wrapt  it :  the  maid  still 

trembled, 
Shading  her  face  with  her  hands ;  for  the  eyes  of  the 

goddess  were  awful. 
Then,  as  a  pine  upon  Ida  when  southwest  winds  blow 

landward. 
Stately  she  bent  to  the  damsel,  and  breathed  on  her: 

under  her  breathing  460 

Taller  and  fairer  she  grew ;  and  the  goddess  spoke  in 

her  wisdom. 
'  Courage  I  give  thee  ;  the  heart  of  a  queen,  and  the 

mind  of  Immortals, 


ANDROMEDA.  57 

Godlike  to  talk  with  the  gods,  and  to  look  on  their  eyes 

unshrinking ; 
Fearing  the  sun  and  the  stars  no  more,  and  the  blue  salt 

water ; 
Fearing  us  only,  the  lords  of  Olympus,  friends  of  the 

heroes ; 
Chastely  and  wisely  to  govern  thyself  and  thy  house  and 

thy  people. 
Bearing  a  godlike  race  to  thy  spouse,  till  dying  I  set 

thee 
High  for  a  star  in  the  heavens,  a  sign  and  a  hope  to  the 

seamen, 
Spreading  thy  long  white  arms  all  night  in  the  heights 

of  the  aether. 
Hard  by  thy  sire  and  the  hero  thy  spouse,  while  near 

thee  thy  mother  470 

Sits  in  her  ivory  chair,  as  she  plaits  ambrosial  tresses. 
All  night  long  thou  wilt  shine ;  aU  day  thou  wilt  feast  on 

Olympus, 
Happy,  the  guest  of  the  gods,  by  thy  husband,  the  god- 
begotten.' 


58  ANDROMEDA. 

Blissful,  they  turned  them  to  go :  but  the  fair-tressed 

Pallas  Athen^ 
Rose,   like  a  pillar   of  tall  white  cloud,  toward  silver 

Olympus ; 
Far  above  ocean  and  shore,  and  the  peaks  of  the  isles 

and  the  mainland ; 
Where   no   frost  nor   storm  is,  in   clear  blue  windless 

abysses. 
High  in  the  home  of  the  summer,  the  seats  of  the  happy 

Inmiortals, 
Shrouded  in  keen   deep   blaze,  unapproachable ;  there 

ever  youthful 
Heb^,   Harmoni6,   and  the  daughter  of   Jove,  Aphro- 
dite, 480 
Whirled  in  the  white-linked  dance  with  the  gold-crowned 

Hours  and  the  Graces, 
Hand  within  hand,  while  clear  piped  Phoebe,  queen  of 

the  woodlands. 
All  day  long  they  rejoiced :    but   Athen^   still  in   her 

chamber 


ANDROMEDA.  59 

Bent  herself  over  her  loom,  as  the  stars  rang  loud  to  her 

singing, 
Chanting  of  order  and  right,  and  of  foresight,  warden  of 

nations ; 
Chanting  of  labour  and  craft,  and  of  wealth  in  the  port 

and  the  gamer ; 
Chanting  of  valour  and  fame,  and  the  man  who  can  fall 

with  the  foremost, 
Fighting  for  children  and  wife,  and  the  field  which  his 

father  bequeathed  him. 
Sweetly  and  solemnly  sang  she,  and  planned  new  lessons 

for  mortals : 
Happy,    who    hearing    obey  her,    the    wise    unsullied 

Athene.  49° 


SONGS,  BALLADS, 

Exa 


THE  TIDE  ROCK. 

How  sleeps  yon  rock,  whose  hatf-day's  bath  is  done, 
With  broad  bright  side  beneath  the  broad  bright  sun, 
Like  sea-nymph  tired,  on  cushioned  mosses  sleeping. 
Yet,  nearer  drawn,  beneath  her  purple  tresses 
From  drooping  brows  we  find  her  slowly  weeping. 
So  many  a  wife  for  cruel  man's  caresses 
Must  inly  pine  and  pine,  yet  outward  bear 
A  gallant  front  to  this  world's  gaudy  glare. 


THE  OUBIT. 

I. 

It  was  an  hairy  oubit,  sae  proud  he  crept  alang ; 

A  feckless  hairy  oubit,  and  merrily  he  sang — 

'My  minnie  bad  me  bide  at  hame  until  I  won   my 

wings ; 
I  shew  her  soon  my  soul's  aboon  the  warks  o'  creeping 

things.' 

n. 

This  feckless  hairy  oubit  cam'  hirpling  by  the  linn, 

A  swirl  o'  wind  cam'  doun  the  glen,  and  blew  that  oubit 

in: 
O  when  he  took  the  water,  the  saumon  fry  they  rose. 
And  tigg'd  him  a'  to  pieces  sma',  by  head  and  tail  and 

toes. 


THE    OUBIT.  65 

Tak'  warning  then,  young  poets  a',  by  this  poor  oubit's 

shame ; 
Though   Pegasus   may   nicher  loud,   keep   Pegasus   at 

hame. 
0  baud  your  hands  frae  inkhoms,  though  a'  the  Muses 

woo; 
For  critics  lie,  like  saumon  fry,  to  mak'  their  meals  o' 

you. 


THE  STARLINGS. 

I. 
Early  in  spring  time,  on  raw  and  windy  mornings, 
Beneath  the  freezing  house-eaves  I  heard  the  starlings 
sing— 
'Ah  dreary  March  month,  is  this  then  a  time  for  building 
wearily? 
Sad,  sad,  to  think  that  the  year  is  but  begun.' 

n. 

Late  in  the  autumn,  on  still  and  cloudless  evenings, 
Among  the  golden  reed-beds  I  heard   the   starlings 
sing— 
'Ah  that  sweet  March  month,  when  we  and  our  mates 
were  courting  merrily ; 
Sad,  sad,  to  think  that  the  year  is  aU  but  done.' 


Oh,  thou  hadst  been  a  wife  for  Shakspeare's  self! 
No  head,  save  some  world-genius,  ought  to  rest 
Above  the  treasures  of  that  perfect  breast ; 
Or  nightly  draw  fresh  Ught  from  those  keen  stars 
Through  which  thy  soul  awes  ours  :  yet  thou  art  bound — 
Oh  waste  of  nature ! — ^to  a  craven  hound ; 
To  shameless  lust,  and  childish  greed  of  pelf ; 
Athen^  to  a  Satyr  :  was  that  link 
Forged  by  The  Father's  hand  ?    Man's  reason  bars 
The  bans  which  God  allowed. — Ay,  so  we  think : 
Forgetting,  thou  hadst  weaker  been,  full  blest. 

Than  thus  made  strong  by  suffering ;  and  more  great 
In  martyrdom,  than  throned  as  Caesar's  mate. 


A  MARCH. 

Dreary  E^ast  winds  howling  o'er  us ; 
Clay-lands  knee-deep  spread  before  U5  ; 
Mire  and  ice  and  snow  and  sleet ; 
Aching  backs  and  frozen  feet ; 
E[nees  which  reel  as  marches  quicken, 
Ranks  which  thin  as  corpses  thicken ; 
While  with  carrion  birds  we  eat, 
Calling  puddle-water  sweet, 
As  we  pledge  the  health  of  our  general,  who  fares  as 

rough  as  we : 
"Wliat  can  daunt  us,  what  can  turn  us,  led  to  death  by 
such  as  he  ? 


AIRLY  BEACON. 

I. 
Airly  Beacon,  Airly  Beacon  ; 

Oh  the  pleasant  sight  to  see       ^ 
Shires  and  towns  from  Airly  BeacotfiA- ; 

While  my  love  climbed  up  to  me  !  ^S 

n. 
Airly  Beacon,  Airly  Beacon ; 

Oh  the  happy  hours  we  lay 
Deep  in  fern  on  Airly  Beacon, 

Courting  through  the  sunmier's  day  ! 

in. 
Airly  Beacon,  Airly  Beacon  ; 

Oh  the  weary  haunt  for  me. 
All  alone  on  Airly  Beacon, 

With  his  baby  on  my  knee ! 


A  FAREWELL. 

I. 

My  fairest  child,  I  have  no  song  to  give  you ; 

No  lark  could  pipe  to  skies  so  dull  and  grey  ; 
Yet,  ere  we  part,  one  lesson  I  can  leave  you 
For  every  day. 

n. 

Be  good,  sweet  maid,  and  let  who  will  be  clever ; 
Do  noble  things,  not  dream  them,  all  day  long : 
And  so  make  life,  death,  and  that  vast  for-ever 
One  grand,  sweet  song. 


ODE  TO  THE  NORTHEAST  WIND. 

Welcome,  wild  Northeaster ! 

Shame  it  is  to  see 
Odes  to  every  zephyr ; 

Ne'er  a  verse  to  thee. 
Welcome,  black  Northeaster ! 

O'er  the  German  foam  ; 
O'er  the  Danish  moorlands, 

From  thy  frozen  home. 
Tired  we  are  of  summer, 

Tired  of  gaudy  glare, 
Showers  soft  and  steaming. 

Hot  and  breathless  air. 


72         ODE  TO  THE  NORTHEAST  WIND. 

Tired  of  listless  dreaming, 

Through  the  lazy  day : 
Jovial  wind  of  winter 

Turn  us  out  to  play  ! 
Sweep  the  golden  reed-beds  ; 

Crisp  the  lazy  dyke  ; 
Hunger  into  madness 

Every  plunging  pike. 
Fill  the  lake  with  wild  fowl ; 

Fill  the  marsh  Mrith  snipe  ; 
While  on  dreary  moorlands 

Lonely  curlew  pipe. 
Through  the  black  fir-forest 

Thunder  harsh  and  diy, 
Sliattering  down  the  snow  flakes 

Off  the  curdled  sky. 
Hark  !     The  brave  Northeaster ! 

Breast-high  lies  the  scent, 
On  by  holt  and  headland, 

Over  heath  and  bent. 


ODE    TO    THE    NORTHEAST    WIND.  73 

Chime,  ye  dappled  darlings, 

Through  the  sleet  and  snow  ! 
Who  can  over-ride  you  ? 

Let  the  horses  go ! 
Chime,  ye  dappled  darlings, 

Down  the  roaring  blast ; 
You  shall  see  a  fox  die 

Ere  an  hour  be  past. 
Go  !  and  rest  to-morrow, 

Hunting  in  your  dreams, 
While  our  skates  are  ringing 

O'er  the  frozen  streams. 
Let  the  luscious  South-wind 

Breathe  in  lovers'  sighs, 
While  the  lazy  gallants 

Bask  in  ladies'  eyes. 
What  does  he  but  soften 

Heart  alike  and  pen  ? 
'Tis  the  hard  grey  weather 

Breeds  hard  English  men. 


74         ODE  TO  THE  NORTHEAST  WIND. 

What's  the  soft  Southwester  ? 

'Tis  the  ladies'  breeze, 
Bringing  home  their  true  loves 

Out  of  all  the  seas : 
But  the  black  Northeaster, 

Through  the  snow-storm  hurled, 
Drives  our  English  hearts  of  oak 

Seaward  round  the  world  ! 
Come  !  as  came  our  fathers, 

Heralded  bj  thee, 
Conquering  from  the  eastward, 

Lords  by  land  and  sea. 
Come ;  and  strong  within  us 

Stir  the  Vikings'  blood ; 
Bracing  brain  and  sinew  ; 

Blow,  thou  wind  of  God ! 


TO  G . 

A  HASTY  jest  I  once  let  fall — 
As  jests  are  wont  to  be,  untrue — 
As  if  the  sum  of  joy  to  you 

Were  hunt  and  pic-nic,  rout  and  ball. 

Your  eyes  met  mine :  I  did  not  blame  ; 
You  saw  it :  but  I  touched  too  near 
Some  noble  nerve ;  a  sUent  tear 

Spoke  soft  reproach,  and  lofty  shame. 

I  do  not  wish  those  words  unsaid. 
Unspoilt  by  praise  and  pleasure,  you 
In  that  one  look  to  woman  grew, 

While  with  a  child,  I  thought,  I  played. 


76  TO    G . 

Next  to  mine  own  beloved  so  long ! 

I  have  not  spent  my  heart  in  vain. 

I  watched  the  blade ;  I  see  the  grain ; 
A  woman's  soul,  most  soft,  yet  strong. 


SAINT  MAURA. 

A.D.    304. 

Thank  God !     Those  gazers'  eyes  are  gone  at  la^t ! 
The  guards  are  crouching  underneath  the  rock ; 
The  lights  are  fading  in  the  town  below, 
Around  the  cottage  which  this  morn  was  ours.. 
Kmd  sun,  to  set,  and  leave  us  here  alone  ; 
Alone  upon  our  crosses  with  our  God ; 
While  all  the  angels  watch  us  from  the  stars  t 
Kind  moon,  to  shine  so  clear  and  full  on  him,.. 
And  bathe  his  limbs  in  glory,  for  a  sign 
Of  what  awaits  him !     Oh  look  on  him.  Lord  I 
Look,  and  remember  how  he  saved  thy  lamb  L 

Oh  listen  to  me,  teacher,  husband,  love, 
Never  till  now  loved  utterly !     Oh  say, 
Say  you  forgive  me  ?     No — you  must  not  s^jK'ak  : 
You  said  it  to  me  hours  aoro — lone  hours  !         » 


78  SAINT   MAUKA. 

Now  you  must  rest,  and  when  to-morrow  comes 
Speak  to  the  people,  call  them  home  to  God, 
A  deacon  on  the  Cross,  as  in  the  Church, 
And  plead  from  oflF  the  tree  with  outspread  arms, 
To  show  them  that  the  Son  of  God  endured 
For  them — and  me.     Hush !  I  alone  will  speak, 
And  wile  away  the  hours  till  dawn  for  you. 
I  know  you  have  forgiven  me ;  as  I  lay 
Beneath  your  feet,  while  they  were  binding  me, 
I  knew  I  was  forgiven  then !     When  I  cried 
'  Here  am  I,  husband !     The  lost  lamb  returned. 
All  re-baptized  in  blood ! '  and  you  said,  *  Come ! 
Come  to  thy  bride-bed,  martyr,  wife  once  more ! ' 
From  that  same  moment  aU  my  pain  was  gone ; 
And  ever  since  those  sightless  eyes  have  smiled 
Love — love !    Alas,  those  eyes !     They  made  me  fall. 
I  could  not  bear  to  see  them  bleeding,  dark. 
Never,  no  never  to  look  into  mine ; 
Never  to  watch  me  round  the  little  room 
Singing  about  my  work,  or  flash  on  me 


SAINT   MAUBA.  79 

Looks  bright  with  counsel. — Then  they  drove  me  mad 

With  talk. of  nameless  tortures  waiting  you — 

And  I  could  save  you  !     You  would  hear  your  love — 

They  knew  you  loved  me,  cruel  men !     And  then — 

Then  came  a  dream ;  to  say  one  little  word, 

One  easy  wicked  word,  we  both  might  say. 

And  no  one  hear  us,  but  the  lictors  round ; 

One  tiny  sprinkle  of  the  incense  grains, 

And  both,  both  free !     And  life  had  just  begun — 

Only  three  months — short  months — your  wedded  wife ! 

Only  three  months  within  the  cottage  there — 

Hoping  I  bore  your  chdd.     .     .     . 

Ah !  husband !  Saviour !  God !  think  gently  of  me  ! 

I  am  forgiven !     .     . 

And  then  another  dream  ; 
A  flash — so  quick,  I  could  not  bear  the  blaze ; 
I  could  not  see  the  smoke  among  the  hght — 
To  wander  out  through  unknown  lands,  and  lead 
You  by  the  hand  through  hamlet,  port,  and  town, 
On,  on,  until  we  died ;  and  stand  each  day 


80  SAINT    MAURA. 

To  glory  in  you,  as  you  preached  and  prayed 

From   rock  and    bourne-stone,   with    that   voice,   those 

words, 
Mingled  of  fire  and  honey — ^you  would  wake, 
Bend,  save  whole  nations !  would  not  that  atone 
For  one  short  word  ? — ay,  make  it  right,  to  save 
You,  you,  to  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord  ? 
And  so — and  so — alas  !  you  knew  the  rest ! 
You  answered  me    .     .    . 
Ah  cruel  words !     No !     Blessed,  godlike  words ! 
You  had  done  nobly  had  you  struck  me  dead, 
Instead  of  striking  me  to  life ! — the  temptress  !     .     . 

'  Traitress !  apostate !  dead  to  God  and  me ! ' 

'  The  smell  of  death  upon  me  ? ' — so  it  was ! 
True !  true  !  well  spoken,  hero !     Oh  they  snapped. 
Those  words,  my  madness,  like  the  angel's  voice 
Thrilling  the  graves  to  birth-pangs.     All  was  clear. 
There  was  but  one  right  thing  in  the  world  to  do  ; 
And  I  must  do  it.     .     .     Lord,  have  mercy !  Christ ! 
Help  through  my  womanhood :  or  I  shall  fail 


SAINT   MATJRA.  81 

Yet,  as  I  failed  before  !     .     .     I  could  not  speak — 

I  could  not  speak  for  shame  and  misery, 

And  terror  of  my  sin,  and  of  the  things 

I  knew  were  coming :  but  in  heaven,  in  heaven ! 

There  we  should  meet,  perhaps — and  by  that  time 

I  might  be  worthy  of  you  once  again — 

Of  you,  and  of  my  God.     .     .     So  I  went  out. 

^  ^  ^  ^  ^ 

Will  you  hear  more,  and  so  forget  the  pain  ? 
And  yet  I  dread  to  tell  you  what  comes  next ; 
Your  love  will  feel  it  all  again  for  me. 
No !  it  is  over  ;  and  the  woe  that's  dead 
Rises  next  hour  a  glorious  angel.     Love  ! 
Say,  shall  I  tell  you  ?     Ah  !  your  lips  are  dry ! 
To-morrow,  when  they  come,  we  must  entreat. 
And  they  will  give  you  water.     One  to-day, 
A  soldier,  gave  me  water  in  a  sponge 
Upon  a  reed,  and  said,  '  Too  fair !  too  young ! 
She  might  have  been  a  gallant  soldier's  wife  ! ' 
And  then  I  cried,  '  I  am  a  soldier's  wife  ! 
6 


I 


82  SAINT   MAUKA. 

A  hero's  ! '     And  he  smiled,  but  let  me  drink. 
God  bless  him  for  it ! 

So  they  led  me  back: 
And  as  I  went,  a  voice  was  in  my  ears 
"Which  rang  through  all  the  sunlight,  and  the  breath 
And  blaze  of  all  the  garden  slopes  below, 
And  through  the  harvest-voices,  and  the  moan 
Of  cedar-forests  on  the  cliffs  above, 
And  round  the  shining  rivers,  and  the  peaks 
Which  hung  beyond  the  cloud-bed  of  the  west, 
And  round  the  ancient  stones  about  my  feet 
Out  of  all  heaven  and  earth  it  rang,  and  cried 
'  My  hand  hath  made  all  these.     Am  I  too  weak 
To  give  thee  strength  to  say  so  ? '     Then  my  soul 
Spread  like  a  clear  blue  sky  within  my  breast, 
While  all  the  people  made  a  ring  around, 
And  in  the  midst  the  judge  spoke  smilingly — 
'  Well  ?  hast  thou  brought  him  to  a  better  mind  ?  ' 
'  No  !     He  has  brought  me  to  a  better  mind  ! ' — 
I  cried,  and  said  beside — I  know  not  what — 


SAINT   MAURA.  83 

Words  which  I  learnt  from  thee — I  trust  in  God 

Nought  fierce  or  rude — ^for  was  I  not  a  girl 

Three  months  ago  beneath  my  mother's  roof? 

I  thought  of  that.     She  might  be  there  !     I  looked — 

She  was  not  there  !     I  hid  my  face  and  wept. 

And  when  I  looked  again,  the  judge's  eye 

Was  on  me,  cold  and  steady,  deep  in  thought — 

*  She  knows  what  shame  is  stiU ;  so  strip  her.'     '  Ah ! ' 

I  shrieked,  '  Not  that,  Sir  !     Any  pain  !     So  young 

I  am — a  wife  too — ^I  am  not  my  own, 

But  his — my  husband's  ! '     But  they  took  my  shawl, 

And  tore  my  tunic  off,  and  there  I  stood 

Before  them  all.  .  .  .  Husband  !  you  love  me  still  ? 

Indeed  I  pleaded !     Oh,  shine  out,  kind  moon. 

And  let  me  see  him  smile  !     Oh  !   how  I  prayed, 

While   some  cried   '  Shame ! '     And  some  '  She  is  too 

young ! ' 
And  some  mocked — ugly  words  :  God  shut  ray  ears. 
And  yet  no  earthquake  came  to  swallow  me. 
While  all  the  court  around,  and  walls,  and  roofs, 


84  SAINT   MAURA. 

And  all  the  earth  and  air  were  full  of  eyes, 

Eyes,  eyes,  which  scorched  my  limbs  like  burning  flame, 

Until  my  brain  seemed  bursting  from  my  brow : 

And  yet  no  earthquake  came !     And  then  I  knew 

This  body  was  not  yours  alone,  but  God's — 

His  loan — He  needed  it :  and  after  that 

The  worst  was  come,  and  any  torture  more 

A  change — a  lightening ;  and  I  did  not  shriek — 

Once  only — once,  when  first  I  felt  the  whip — 

It  coiled  so  keen  around  my  side,  and  sent 

A  fire-flash  through  my  heart  which  choked  me — then 

I  shrieked — that  once.     The  foolish  echo  rang 

So  far  and  long — I  prayed  you  might  not  hear. 

And  then  a  mist,  which  hid  the  ring  of  eyes, 

Swam  by  me,  and  a  murmur  in  my  ears 

Of  humming  bees  around  the  limes  at  home  ; 

And  I  was  all  alone  with  you  and  Grod. 

And  what  they  did  to  me  I  hardly  know ; 

I  felt,  and  did  not  feel.     Now  I  look  back, 

It  was  not  after  all  so  very  sharp — 


SAINT    MAUKA.  85 

So  do  not  pity  me.     It  made  me  pray ; 

Forget  my  shame  in  pain,  and  pain  in  you, 

And  you  in  God :  and  once,  when  I  looked  down, 

And  saw  an  ugly  sight — so  many  wounds  ! 

'  What  matter  ? '  thought  I.     '  His  dear  eyes  are  dark  ; 

For  them  alone  I  kept  this  skin  so  white — 

A  foolish  pride  !     As  God  wills  now.     'Tis  just.' 

But  then  the  judge  spoke  out  in  haste,  '  She  is  mad, 
Or  fenced  by  magic  arts  !     She  feels  no  pain  ! ' 
He  did  not  know  I  was  on  fire  within : 
Better  he  should  not ;  so  his  sin  was  less  : 
Then  he  cried  fiercely, '  Take  the  slave  away. 
And  crucify  her  by  her  husband's  side  ! ' 
And  at  those  words  a  film  came  on  my  face — 
A  sickening  rush  of  joy — was  that 
That  my  reward  ?     I  rose,  and  tried  to  go- 
But  all  the  eyes  had  vanished,  and  the  judge ; 
And  all  the  buildings  melted  into  mist ; 
So  how  they  brought  me  here  I  cannot  tell. 
Here,  here,  by  you,  until  the  judgment-day, 


86  SAINT  MAITBA. 

And  after  that  for  ever  and  for  ever ! 

Ah !     If  I  could  but  reach  that  hand !     One  touch ! 

One  finger  tip,  to  send  the  thrill  through  me 

I  felt  but  yesterday  ! — No  !   I  can  wait : — 

Another  body ! — Oh,  new  limbs  are  ready, 

Free,  pure,  instinct  with  soul  through  every  nerve, 

Kept  for  us  in  the  treasuries  of  God. 

They  wUl  not  mar  the  love  they  try  to  speak, 

They  will  not  fail  my  soul,  as  these  have  done ! 

»  *  *  *  * 

Will  you  hear  more  ?    Nay — ^you  know  all  the  rest : 
Yet  those  poor  eyes — ^alas  !  they  could  not  see 
My  waking,  when  you  hung  above  me  there 
With  Hands  outstretched  to  bless  the  penitent — 
Your  penitent — even  like  The  Lord  BUmself — 
I  gloried  in  you  ! — like  The  Lord  Himself! 
Sharing  His  very  sufferings,  to  the  crown 
Of  thorns  which  they  had  put  on  that  dear  brow 
To  make  you  like  Him — show  you  as  you  were ! 
I  told  them  so  !     I  bid  them  look  on  you. 


SAINT   MAURA.  87 

And  see  there  what  was  the  highest  throne  on  earth — 
The  throne  of  suffering,  where  the  Son  of  God 
Endured  and  triumphed  for  them.     But  they  laughed  ; 
All  but  one  soldier,  grey,  with  many  scars ; 
And  he  stood  silent.     Then  I  crawled  to  you, 
And  kissed  your  bleeding  feet,  and  called  aloud — 
You  heard  me  !     You  know  all !     I  am  at  peace. 
Peace,  peace,  as  still  and  bright  as  is  the  moon 
Upon  your  limbs,  came  on  me  at  your  smile. 
And  kept  me  happy,  when  they  dragged  me  back 
From  that  last  kiss,  and  spread  me  on  the  cross, 
And  bound  my  wrists  and  ancles — Do  not  sigh : 
I  prayed,  and  bore  it :  and  since  they  raised  me  up 
My  eyes  have  never  left  your  face,  my  own,  my  own, 
Nor  will,  till  death  comes  !  .  .  . 

Do  I  feel  much  pain  ? 
Not  much.     Not  maddening.     None  I  cannot  bear. 
It  has  become  like  part  of  my  own  life. 
Or  part  of  God's  life  in  me — honour — bliss  ! 
I  dreaded  madness,  and  instead  comes  rest ; 


88  SAINT    MAURA. 

Rest  deep  and  smiling,  like  a  summer's  night. 

I  should  be  easy,  now  if  I  could  move  .... 

I  cannot  stir.     Ah  God !  these  shoots  of  fire 

Through  all  my  hmbs !     Hush,  selfish  girl !     He  hears 

you  ! 
Who  ever  found  the  cross  a  pleasant  bed  ? 
Yes ;  I  can  bear  it,  love.     Pain  is  no  evil 
Unless  it  conquers  us.     These  little  wrists,  now — 
You  said,  one  blessed  night,  they  were  too  slender, 
Too  soft  and  slender  for  a  deacon's  wife — 
Perhaps  a  martyr's  : — You  forgot  the  strength 
Which  God  can  give.     The  cord  has  cut  them  through ; 
And  yet  my  voice  has  never  faltered  yet. 
Oh !  do  not  groan,  or  I  shall  long  and  pray 
That  you  may  die :  and  you  must  not  die  yet 
Not  yet — they  told  us  we  might  live  three  days  .  .  . 
Two  days  for  you  to  preach !     Two  days  to  speak 

Words  which  may  wake  the  dead ! 

«  *  «  «  « 

Hush  !  is  he  sleeping  ? 


SAINT   MAUEA.  89 

They  say  that  men  have  slept  upon  the  cross  ; 

So  why  not  he  ?     .     .     .     Thanks,  Lord  !     I  hear  him 

breathe : 
And  he  will  preach  thy  word  to-morrow  ! — save 
Souls,  crowds,  for  Thee  !    And  they  will  know  his  worth 
Years  hence — poor  things,   they  know  not  what  they 

do!— 
And  crown  him  martyr  ;  and  his  name  will  ring 
Through  all  the  shores  of  earth,  and  all  the  star;; 
Whose  eyes  are  sparkling  through  their  tears  to  see 
His  triumph — Preacher !  Martyr  ! — Ah — and  me  ? 
If  they  must  couple  my  poor  name  with  his, 
Let  them  tell  all  the  truth — say  how  I  loved  him. 
And  tried  to  damn  him  by  that  love'!   Oh  Lord  ! 
Returning  good  for  evil !  and  was  this 
The  payment  I  desei^ed  for  such  a  sin  ? 
To  hang  here  on  my  cross,  and  look  at  him 
Until  we  kneel  before  Thy  throne  in  heaven  ! 


THE  WATCHMAN. 

I. 

'  Watchmak,  what  of  the  night  ? ' 

'  The  stars  are  out  in  the  sky ; 
And  the  merry  round  moon  will  be  rising  soon, 

For  us  to  go  sailing  by.' 

n. 

'  Watchman,  what  of  the  night  ? ' 

'  The  tide  flows  in  from  the  sea ; 
There's  water  to  float  a  little  cockboat 

Will  carry  such  fishers  as  we.* 

m. 

'  Watchman,  what  of  the  night  ? ' 

'  The  night  is  a  fruitful  time ; 
When  to  many  a  pair  are  bom  children  fair, 

To  be  christened  at  morning  chime.' 


THE  WOELD'S  AGE. 

I. 

Who  will  say  the  world  is  dying  ? 

Who  will  say  our  prime  is  past  ? 
Sparks  from  Heaven,  within  us  lying, 

Flash,  and  will  flash  till  the  last. 
Fools  !  who  fancy  Christ  mistaken ; 

Man  a  tool  to  buy  and  sell ; 
Earth  a  failure,  God-forsaken, 

Anteroom  of  Hell. 

n. 

Still  the  race  of  Hero-spirits 

Pass  the  lamp  from  hand  to  hand  ; 

Age  from  age  the  Words  inherits — 
'  Wife,  and  Child,  and  Fatherland.' 


92  THE  world's  age. 

Still  the  youthful  hunter  gathers 
Fiery  joy  from  wold  and  wood ; 

He  will  dare  as  dared  his  fathers 
Give  him  cause  as  good. 

m. 

While  a  slave  bewails  his  fetters  ; 

While  an  orphan  pleads  in  vain ; 
While  an  infant  lisps  his  letters, 

Heir  of  all  the  ages'  gain ; 
While  a  lip  grows  ripe  for  kissing ; 

While  a  moan  from  man  is  wrung ; 
Know,  by  every  want  and  blessing, 

That  the  world  is  young. 


EARLY    POEMS. 


m  AN  ILLUMINATED  MISSAL. 

I  WOULD  have  loved :  there  are  no  mates  in  heaven  ; 

I  would  be  great :  there  is  no  pride  in  heaven  ; 

I  would  have  sung,  as  doth  the  nightingale 

The  summer's  night  aneath  the  moone  pale  : 

But  saintes  hymnes  alone  in  heaven  prevail. 

My  love,  my  song,  my  skill,  my  high  intent, 

Have  I  within  this  seely  book  y-pent : 

And  aU  that  beauty  which  from  every  part 

I  treasured  still  alway  within  mine  heart, 

Whether  of  form  or  face  angelical, 

Or  herb  or  flower,  or  lofty  cdthedral, 

Upon  these  sheets  below  doth  lie  y-spred, 

In  quaint  devices  deftly  blazoned. 

Lord,  in  this  tome  to  thee  I  sanctify 

The  sinful  fruits  of  worldly  fantasy. 


THE  WEIRD  LADY. 


I. 
The  swevens  came  up  round  Harold  the  Eail, 

Like  motes  in  the  sunnes  beam ; 
And  over  him  stood  the  Weird  Lady, 
In  her  charmed  castle  over  the  sea, 

Sang  '  Lie  thou  still  and  dream.' 

n. 

'  Thy  steed  is  dead  in  his  stall,  Earl  Harold, 

Since  thou  hast  bid  with  me ; 
The  rust  has  eaten  thy  harness  bright, 
And  the  rats  have  eaten  thy  greyhound  light. 

That  was  so  fair  and  free.' 


THE    WEIRD    LADY.  97 

III. 

Mary  Mother  she  stooped  from  heaven ; 
She  wakened  Earl  Harold  out  of  his  sweven, 

To  don  his  harness  on  ; 
And  over  the  land  and  over  the  sea 
He  wended  abroad  to  his  own  countrie, 

A  weary  way  to  gon. 

rv. 

O  but  his  beard  was  white  with  eld, 

O  but  his  hair  was  gray  ; 
He  stumbled  on  by  stock  and  stone, 
And  as  he  journeyed  he  made  his  moan 

Along  that  weary  way. 

V. 

Earl  Harold  came  to  his  castle  wall ; 

The  gate  was  burnt  with  fire  ; 
Roof  and  rafter  were  fallen  down. 
The  folk  were  strangers  all  in  the  town, 

And  strangers  all  in  the  shire. 


98  THE    WEIRD    LADY. 

VI. 

Earl  Harold  came  to  a  house  of  nuns, 
And  he  heard  the  dead-bell  toll ; 

He  saw  the  sexton  stand  by  a  grave  ; 

'  Now  Christ  have  mercy,  who  did  us  save, 
Upon  yon  fair  nun's  soul.' 

vn. 
The  nuns  they  came  from  the  convent  gate 

By  one,  by  two,  by  three  ; 
They  sang  for  the  soul  of  a  lady  bright 
Who  died  for  the  love  of  a  traitor  knight : 

It  was  his  own  lady. 

vin. 
He  stayed  the  corpse  beside  the  grave  ; 

'  A  sign,  a  sign  ! '  quod  he. 
'  Mary  Mother  who  rulest  heaven 
Send  me  a  sign  if  I  be  forgiven 

By  the  woman  who  so  loved  me.* 


THE    WEIRD    LADY.  99 

IX. 

A  white  dove  out  of  the  coffin  flew ; 

Earl  Harold's  mouth  it  kist ; 
He  fell  on  his  face,  wherever  he  stood ; 
And  the  white  dove  carried  his  soul  to  God 

Or  ever  the  bearers  wist. 


PALINODIA.     1 841. 

Ye  mountains,  on  whose  torrent-furrowed  slopes, 
And  bare  and  silent  brows  uplift  to  heaven, 
I  envied  oft  the  soul  which  fills  your  wastes 
Of  pure  and  stem  sublime,  and  still  expanse 
Unbroken  by  the  petty  incidents 
Of  noisy  life :    Oh  hear  me  once  again  ! 

Winds,  upon  whose  racked  eddies,  far  aloft. 
Above  the  murmur  of  the  uneasy  world. 
My  thoughts  in  exultation  held  their  way : 
Whose  tremulous  whispers  through  the  rustUng  gladt 
Were  once  to  me  unearthly  tones  of  love, 
Joy  without  object,  wordless  music,  stealing 
Through  all  my  soul,  until  my  pulse  beat  fast 
With  aimless  hope,  and  unexpressed  desire — 


PALINODIA.  101 

Thou  sea,  who  wast  to  me  a  prophet  deep 

Through  all  thy  restless  waves,  and  wasting  shores, 

Of  silent  labour,  and  eternal  change ; 

First  teacher  of  the  dense  immensity 

Of  ever-stirring  life,  in  thy  strange  forms 

Of  fish,  and  shell,  and  worm,  and  oozy  weed  : 

To  me  alike  thy  frenzy  and  thy  sleep 

Have  been  a  deep  and  breathless  joy :    Oh  hear ! 

Mountains,  and  winds,  and  waves,  take  back  your  child ! 
Upon  thy  balmy. bosom.  Mother  Nature, 
Where  my  young  spirit  dreamt  its  years  away, 
Give  me  once  more  to  nestle  :    I  have  strayed 
Far  through  another  world,  which  is  not  thine. 
Through  sunless  cities,  and  the  weary  haunts 
Of  smoke-grimed  labour,  and  foul  revelry 
My  flagging  wing  has  swept.     A  mateless  bird's 
My  pilgrimage  has  been  ;  through  sin,  and  doubt. 
And  darkness,  seeking  love.     Oh  hear  me,  Nature  ! 
Receive  me  once  again  :  but  not  alone ; 


102  PALINODIA. 

No  more  alone,  Great  Mother !    I  have  brought 

One  who  has  wandered,  yet  not  sinned,  like  me. 

Upon  thy  lap,  twin  children,  let  us  lie ; 

And  in  the  light  of  thine  immortal  eyes 

Let  our  souls  mingle,  tiU  The  Father  calls 

To  some  eternal  home  the  charge  He  gives  thee. 


A  NEW  FOREST  BALLAD. 

I. 
Oh  she  tripped  over  Ocknell  plain, 

And  down  by  Bradley  Water ; 
And  the  fairest  maid  of  the  forest  side 

Was  Jane,  the  keeper's  daughter. 

II. 
She  went  and  went  through  the  broad  grey  lawns 

As  down  the  red  sun  sank. 
And  chill  as  the  scent  of  a  new-made  grave 

The  mist  smelt  cold  and  dank. 

in. 

'A  token,  a  token ! '  that  fair  maid  cried, 

'A  token  that  bodes  me  sorrow ; 
For  they  that  smell  the  grave  by  night 

Will  see  the  corpse  to-morrow. 


104  A    NEW   FOREST    BALLAD. 

IV. 

'  My  own  true  love  in  Burley  Walk 

Does  hunt  to-night,  I  fear ; 
And  if  he  meet  my  father  stem, 

His  game  may  cost  him  dear. 

V. 

'Ah,  here's  a  curse  on  hare  and  grouse, 

A  curse  on  hart  and  hind  ; 
And  a  health  to  the  squire  in  all  England, 

Leaves  never  a  head  behind.' 

Her  true  love  shot  a  mighty  hart 
•  Among  the  standing  rye. 
When  on  him  leapt  that  keeper  old 
From  the  fern  where  he  did  lie. 

vu. 
The  forest  laws  were  sharp  and  stem, 

The  forest  blood  was  keen ; 
They  lashed  together  for  life  and  death 

Beneath  the  hollies  green. 


A    NEW    FOREST    BALLAD.  105 

VIII. 

The  metal  good  and  the  walnut  wood 

Did  soon  in  flinders  flee ; 
They  tost  the  orts  to  south  and  north, 

And  grappled  knee  to  knee. 

IX. 

They  wrestled  up,  they  wrestled  down^ 

They  wrestled  still  and  sore ; 
Beneath  their  feet  the  myrtle  sweet 

Was  stamped  to  mud  and  gore. 

X. 

Ah  cold  pale  moon,  thou  cruel  pale  moon, 

That  starest  with  never  a  frown 
On  all  the  grim  and  the  ghastly  things 

That  are  wrought  in  thorpe  and  town  ; 

XI. 

And  yet  cold  pale  moon,  thou  cruel  pale  moon. 

That  night  hadst  never  the  grace 
To  lighten  two  dying  Christian  men 

To  see  one  another's  face. 


106  A   NEW   FOREST   BALLAD. 

XII. 

They  wrestled  up,  they  wrestled  down, 

They  wrestled  sore  and  still : 
The  fiend  who  blinds  the  eyes  of  men 

That  night  he  had  his  will. 

xni. 
Like  stags  full  spent,  among  the  bent 

They  dropped  awhile  to  rest ; 
When  the  young  man  drove  his  saying  knife 

Deep  in  the  old  man's  breast. 

XIV. 

The  old  man  drove  his  gunstock  down 

Upon  the  young  man's  head ; 
And  side  by  side,  by  the  water  brown. 

Those  yeomen  twain  lay  dead. 

XV. 

They  dug  three  graves  in  Lyndhurst  yard ; 

They  dug  them  side  by  side ; 
Two  yeomen  lie  there,  and  a  maiden  fair, 

A  widow  and  never  a  bride. 


THE  RED  KING. 

The  King  was  drinking  in  Malwood  Hall, 

There  came  in  a  monk  before  them  all ; 

He  thrust  by  squire,  he  thrust  by  knight. 

Stood  over  against  the  dais  aright ; 

And,  '  The  word  of  the  Lord,  thou  cruel  Red  King, 

The  word  of  the  Lord  to  thee  I  bring. 

A  grimly  sweven  I  dreamt  yestreen ; 

I  saw  thee  lie  under  the  hollins  green, 

And  thorough  thine  heart  an  arrow  keen  ; 

And  out  of  thy  body  a  smoke  did  rise, 

Which  smirched  the  sunshine  out  of  the  skies ; 

So  if  thou  God's  anointed  be 

I  rede  thee  unto  thy  soul  thou  see. 


108  THE    RED    KING. 

For  mitre  and  pall  thou  hast  y-sold, 
False  knight  to  Christ,  for  gain  and  gold ; 
And  for  this  thy  forest  were  digged  down  all, 
Steading  and  hamlet  and  churches  tall ; 
And  Christ^s  poor  were  ousten  forth, 
To  beg  their  bread  from  south  to  north. 
So  tarry  at  home,  and  fast  and  pray, 
Lest  fiends  hunt  thee  in  the  judgment  day.' 

The  monk  he  vanished  where  he  stood ; 
King  William  sterte  up  wroth  and  wod ; 
Quod  he, '  Fools'  wits  will  jump  together ; 
The  Hampshire  ale  and  the  thunder  weather 
Have  turned  the  brains  for  us  both,  I  think ; 
And  monks  are  curst  when  they  fall  to  drink. 
A  lothly  sweven  I  dreamt  last  night, 
How  there  hoved  anigh  me  a  griesly  knight. 
Did  smite  me  down  to  the  pit  of  hell ; 
I  shrieked  and  woke,  so  fast  I  fell. 


THE    RED    KING.  109 

There's  Tyrrel  as  sour  as  I,  perdie, 
So  he  of  you  all  shall  hunt  with  me ; 
A  grimly  brace  for  a  hart  to  see.' 

The  Red  King  down  from  Malwode  came ; 
His  heart  with  wine  was  all  a-flame, 
His  eyne  were  shotten,  red  as  blood, 
He  rated  and  swore,  wherever  he  rode. 

They  roused  a  hart,  that  grimly  brace, 
A  hart  of  ten,  a  hart  of  grease. 
Fled  over  against  the  kinges  place. 
The  sun  it  blinded  the  kinges  ee, 
A  fathom  behind  his  hocks  shot  he : 

'  Shoot  thou,'  quod  he,  '  in  the  fiendes  name, 
To  lose  such  a  quarry  were  seven  years'  shame,' 
And  he  hove  up  his  hand  to  mark  the  game. 
Tyrrel   he  shot  full  light,  God  wot ; 
For  whether  the  saints  they  swerved  the  shot, 
Or  whether  by  treason,  men  knowen  not. 


110  THE    RED    KING. 

But  under  the  arm,  in  a  secret  part, 

The  iron  fled  through  the  king^s  heart. 

The  turf  it  squelched  where  the  Red  King  fell ; 

And  the  fiends  they  carried  his  soul  to  hell. 

Quod  *  His  master's  name  it  hath  sped  him  well.* 

Tjrrel  he  smited  full  grim  that  day, 

Quod  '  Shooting  of  kings  is  no  bairns  play ;  * 

And  he  smote  in  the  spurs,  and  fled  fast  away. 

As  he  pricked  along  by  Fritham  plain. 

The  green  tufts  flew  behind  like  rain  ; 

The  waters  were  out,  and  over  the  sward : 

He  swam  his  horse  like  a  stalwart  lord  ; 

Men  clepen  that  water  Tyrrel's  ford. 

By  Rhinefield  and  by  Osmondsleigh, 

Through  glade  and  furze  brake  fast  drove  he, 

Until  he  heard  the  roaring  sea ; 

Quod  he, '  Those  gay  waves  they  call  me.' 

By  Maiy's  grace  a  seely  boat 

On  Christchurch  bar  did  lie  afloat ; 


THE   RED    KIWG.  Ill 

He  gave  the  shipmen  mark  and  groat, 
To  ferry  him  over  to  Normandie, 
And  there  he  fell  to  sanctuarie  ; 
Crod  send  his  soul  all  bliss  to  see. 

And  fend  our  princes  every  one, 
From  foul  mishap  and  trahison ; 
But  kings  that  harrow  Christian  men. 
Shall  England  never  bide  again. 


THE    END. 


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